Tuesday, March 4, 2008

haiku

Womb
(5,7,5 series “water”)

Liquid licks your form
Your cries echo through each wave
Fluidity peaks

My clouds roar your name
They burst and baptize you
Our death breeds our birth

Formed in love’s wet heat
Cradled in the blood of life
Fruit born of flower.

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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 4, 2008 at 6:44 AM

    Pardon me while I wipe my mouth from this feeding trough. I always knew you were a deep sista, but you are showing your BEHIND!
    Nicely done.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 4, 2008 at 8:02 AM

    Insightful. Truly!

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  3. CapCityMarch 4, 2008 at 11:54 PM

    WOW, Sistah Femigog!

    "Our death breeds our birth

    Formed in love’s wet heat..."

    I agree w/ Bro Soj G - U r showing OUT & it is phenomenal;-)!

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  4. Rich FitzgeraldMarch 5, 2008 at 6:46 PM

    You up in this piece with your Rambo guns out.

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